Chapter 41: A Comparison Spanning Ten Thousand Years; Spirit Hall's True Worth
Having witnessed Yun Yuan's true combat power, the man in the black robe was on the verge of madness. As a powerful Soul King, he actually couldn't defeat a Rank 25 Great Soul Master. Where was the justice in that?
However, there was no response to his cry, only Yun Yuan's murderous and mocking voice rang out.
"Stop shouting. Your teacher is likely on his way to hell, just like you."
"Third Prince of the Silves Kingdom, Simon."
Hearing this, the man in the black robe froze in place. His pupils behind the mask contracted sharply, clearly shocked.
"You... how do you know my identity?!"
The man in the black robe, Simon, asked in confusion. He couldn't understand; he had clearly disguised himself well enough, so why was Yun Yuan able to recognize him?
Yun Yuan sneered at this, explaining as he gripped the Atlas Spear and stepped forward slowly.
"The moment I met you, I knew your heart was crooked and that you carried a violent aura."
"I just left the Great Soul Fighting Arena and a Fallen One comes knocking. Who else could it be but you?"
By the time Yun Yuan finished speaking, he had already arrived not far from Simon. The sharp Atlas Spear in his hand pointed directly at Simon, intending to finish off this Fallen One.
And just as Simon was consumed by fear...
Another figure emitting an evil aura suddenly fell from the sky, crashing down not far from Yun Yuan and Simon, coughing up blood.
"Teacher, how did you end up like this?"
Simon glanced over and, seeing it was his teacher, rushed to his side to support the sinister old man.
"Disciple, this time we didn't just kick a hard board, we kicked a steel plate!"
The sinister old man clutched the wound on his chest and spoke with a face full of terror.
Originally, he thought that with his Soul Saint cultivation and his strength as a Fallen One, he could escape even if a Soul Douluo descended.
But he never imagined that Yun Yuan's Dao Protector would be so terrifying.
Shortly after, a figure wearing golden armor descended upon the scene, his entire body radiating an aura of holiness and light. It was Elder Feng, who was protecting Yun Yuan and Bibi Dong.
Simon looked toward Elder Feng and saw nine Soul Rings circling around him.
"A Titled Douluo of the Light attribute!!!"
"It's over, Teacher. We aren't getting out of here tonight."
Facing the arrival of Elder Feng, Simon was completely despondent, with no desire to escape left in him.
Light-attributed Soul Masters already countered them extremely well, and now a Titled Douluo was standing before them.
How could they escape? Even if they grew two extra pairs of wings, they couldn't flee from a powerhouse of this level.
After Elder Feng landed, he looked at the two Fallen Ones before him, his eyes filled with disgust.
"It seems our Spirit Hall has been too derelict in its duties, allowing a Soul King and a Soul Saint Fallen One to roam the world. Who knows how many lives they would have endangered."
"Today, I, the Vice Commander of the Angel Legion, shall represent the holy Seraphim and judge you damned Fallen Ones."
Standing to the side, Yun Yuan's mouth twitched slightly upon hearing Elder Feng's words. From Elder Feng's tone, it seemed the appearance of a Soul King or Soul Saint Fallen One was a catastrophic event.
But Yun Yuan thought about ten thousand years later, when Evil Soul Masters would run rampant, with Soul Kings and Soul Saints being found in heaps, and even Limit Douluos existing, having even formed the Holy Spirit Cult.
The Holy Spirit Cult would plague the Douluo Continent for twenty thousand years without disappearing.
Only then did he realize the absolute value of Spirit Hall in this era; it was simply too difficult for Fallen Ones to survive.
In contrast, the Shrek Academy of ten thousand years later was practically useless. Although they had an inspection team, the problem of rampant Evil Soul Masters wasn't solved at all. They were truly incompetent.
After declaring their death sentence, the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul appeared behind Elder Feng, radiating an aura of light and holiness.
"Not good! Disciple, I must sacrifice you so that I can escape!"
With those words, blood-red Soul Power surged around the sinister old man, manipulating the Soul Power within Simon's body.
In the next moment...
The sinister old man struck out with his palm, and Simon's body went flying toward Yun Yuan.
Before this hunt for Yun Yuan, he had already tampered with his disciple Simon's body. By following specific steps to activate the Soul Power, he could detonate Simon's body, creating massive destructive power.
The sinister old man called this technique the Corpse Explosion Art, an excellent means of mutual destruction.
To escape from this Titled Douluo, he had to distract him, and Simon, used as a corpse bomb, was perfect for that.
Seeing this, Yun Yuan stood his ground, watching the incoming Simon without making a move, even though he could have used his Wind Thunder Wings to flee.
Because he trusted Elder Feng beside him. A Light-system Titled Douluo would absolutely be able to protect him.
Not every Titled Douluo was as unreliable as Xuan Zi, the Supreme Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult ten thousand years later.
Sure enough, as Simon was halfway through his flight, an Angelic Palm swiped toward him. At the moment of contact, Simon's body rapidly exploded, creating a massive blast.
"Fallen Ones are indeed Fallen Ones. Such low-class methods should not exist in this world."
With that, Elder Feng turned his gaze toward the sinister old man, who had already fled dozens of meters away.
In the next moment...
An Angelic Sword dozens of meters long appeared in the hands of the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul behind him. Light and fire intertwined, and a holy aura radiated forth.
"You want to run? Do you think you can escape? Taste my Angelic Sword."
As Elder Feng's voice fell, the dozens-of-meters-long Angelic Sword slashed down instantly, filling the surrounding hundreds of meters with the power of light.
The sinister old man felt the threat coming from behind and looked back, only to see a massive Angelic Sword slashing toward him.
"No—!"
With a scream, the sinister old man didn't even have time to release his Martial Martial Soul before he was pierced by the Angelic Sword, completely perishing from this world.
Having finished this, Elder Feng retracted his Angel Martial Martial Soul and landed beside Yun Yuan and Bibi Dong.
"Xiao Yuan, I didn't expect to encounter Fallen Ones in Silves City. These rats in the gutters are truly everywhere; it's disgusting."
After sighing, Elder Feng turned his gaze to Yun Yuan and couldn't help but praise him.
"Xiao Yuan, your combat power is truly terrifying. To cross three major ranks and defeat a Soul King... no wonder your teacher told me you are the strongest genius he has ever seen."
"Such a feat, since ancient times, only you have been able to achieve it."
Before Yun Yuan could say anything, Bibi Dong beside him spoke up first.
"Naturally, Elder Feng. My Junior Brother has god-given talent and heaven-defying combat power. In the future, he will surely stand at the pinnacle of Soul Masters and become a legend in the Soul Master World."
Bibi Dong's tone was full of pride and arrogance. If one didn't know better, they would think she was the genius who had defeated the Soul King.
"Haha, yes, Xiao Yuan, I also look forward to the moment you grow to the pinnacle of Soul Masters. However, that will still be somewhat difficult for you; you cannot be complacent now."
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